Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.

Thursday, July 09, 2009

Entry #9

Untitledby Suryanarayanan

I never wanted to go to this party, but the invitation was from CEO Mr. Sharma himself. I have worked with him for 5 years now and I know him in and out. He likes to end things with a good note and a wine party was his favorite. The talk of mass downsizing has been going on in the office, and now it seemed quite sure that most of us will be seeing Sharma for the last time. The very thought of that gave me goose bumps.

I walked inside the party and Sharma welcomed me with a big smile. I grabbed a glass of wine from the counter. I could feel the blood red wine laughing at me in a very sarcastic way.

After a while, Sharma in his trademark way called for silence by stroking his wine glass with a spoon thrice and what immediately followed was the loudest silence I have ever seen. Sharma started talking about how the company with a mere investment of Rs.5000 is now making millions. He ended his speech by saying that today would be the last working day for some people in his company.

The air in the room became tense. The very thought of preparing my resume waiting for interview calls made me sick. But that night I went home a loser.

Now sitting in my own company and having made it come in the Forbes Top 50 fastest growing companies I only consider that a blessing in disguise.